How Blessings Look

I kneel down before you

Our foreheads together

Nothing else matters

We’ve shed every fetter.

Close your eyes friend

Imagine the tragic

Now watch the shapes shift

It’s spiritual magic.

The light is now gone

It all seems surreal

Let’s go even deeper

Where your essence feels.

Your being now tingly

From the slightest of touch

Your spirit lies nestled

In a mystical hutch.

Now open your eyes

Back into the chasm

Cold eats the warmth

A celestial orgasm.

A soft blue flame

Then appears where we touch

I feel your grip tighten

Now doubt fuels your clutch.

But the flame is the blessing

In its visual form

And our time is the gift

Keep it safe. Keep it warm.